we love the suuuuubs....we are eviiiiiiiiiiiiil....
The Quizno's ads with the singing whatevers are creeping me right directly out. I'm going to go with the reviewer on Television Without Pity who said that they look like parasitic twins - tumors with eyes and teeth. I can't look. It's just too horrible. And yet I cannot look away. Nor do I want a sandwich afterwards.
Not that I have to worry about such things for much longer because Dennis and I are now part of the TiVo generation, and commercials are dead to me. Bah!
We have been given a hand-me-down TiVo (TeeeeeeeVoooh) by our wonderful fabulous friends, and soon I will plug it in and make the magic happen. But not while Dennis is home, because there is technology involved and I find that it's best for me and technology to do our thing in private. I get angry at the technology when it does not behave the way I want it to, and it's best not to have an audience for that. I get into this weird place where I'm talking to objects and not to you and none of it makes any kind of sense to anyone who might be standing by and wondering where the normally nice and sweet Sara went and when this psychotic monster with an electric screwdriver will be leaving.
